sideration for the
feelings and happiness of others--not the giving of our money or the
denying of ourselves of small luxuries to help the coming of the
Kingdom, but the cheerful daily giving of ourselves for the good of
others at home and abroad."

She was most at home with children, and at her best at the tea-table, or
when she curled herself up on the rug in front of the fire. Then came
fearsome stories that made them tremble--true stories of what she had
seen and done in dark Okoyong.

"Oh, mother," the children would say when being tucked in bed, "how can
Miss Slessor live alone like that with wild men and wild beasts and
everything?"

"Ah," was the soft reply, "she does it because she loves Jesus, and
wants to help Him. I wonder, now, if you could love Him as much as
that?"

And the little minds in the little heads that were snuggling down
amongst the comfy pillows also wondered.

Ma was a puzzle to the grown-ups, too, for they saw that she was not
only very shy but very timid. Some small girls had more courage than
she. She would not cross a field that had a cow in it: she was nervous
in the streets, and usually got some one to take her across from side to
side. She had not even the nerve to put up her hand to stop a car: she
would take one only if it were standing. She shook when in a boat or
sitting behind a fast horse.

Why was she afraid in this way? Just because these things happened to
herself. In big things, where the cause of Jesus was in danger, or
others were to be protected and saved from hurt, she forgot her own
feelings, and thought only what was to be done, and was braver and
stronger even than men. Her heart was so loving that she was willing to
die in the service of Jesus. You remember what He said, "Greater love
hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."
That was her kind of love--the kind which Jesus Himself had for the
world, which made Him do so much for us, and which led Him at last to
His awful agony on the Cross.

She should have stayed a year, but when the winter came on with grey,
cold, weeping skies, she and the bairns missed the sunshine and heat.
Ah! and she was always thinking of the work to be done in Africa. To her
friends who pressed her to stay, she said, "If ye dinna send me back,
I'll swim back. Do you no ken that away out there they're dying without
Jesus?" So they set sail and spent Christmas Day at sea.

What a reception they got at Akpap